[Natasha does take a detour before she shows up. Less for snacks and more for a bottle of apple brandy. Not her first choice, but she's not in a position to try to track down something more fitting.
The return text is mostly to keep Wanda talking until Natasha can get there.]
Billy because he has Family Privileges, those are the rules.
[Whose rules? She doesn't know. But they're definitely Rules.
When Natasha does show up, Wanda has finally settled on just...leaving the book tucked under some blankets. It's a problem for future Wanda, but for now it'll just have to be looking like a bad attempt at hiding Playboy magazines someone stole from their parents' stash.
I should have said Western snack, not our snacks when the languages' word for "water" is "voda". [ It gets a small laugh from her anyway, as scarlet wisps circle in her hands, making two cups appear. ] Then again, corn syrup in everything is an affront to humanity.
New Jersey. Well, a town in New Jersey. Westview. After the reverse-Snap — Blip, I guess — who the fuck comes up with these terms? — anyway — I went to S.W.O.R.D headquarters to get Vision's body to bury him. Asshole director said 'ha no fucking way you crazy bitch', just in that fake-diplomatic kind of way, but you could tell he was calculating how to get me back in the Raft. So, I drive to Westview to a lot that Vision had bought for us to move to, before Thanos happened. My magic... exploded, basically, and I created a house on it, complete with a sitcom-y idyllic suburban life scenario, and a very alive Vision.
[ She pauses to take a big chug of that drink, and also to give Natasha a chance to absorb the start. ]
[ So, she goes on about how the Hex started, how things seemed of but were nice, her sudden children, so Wanda let it go on without questioning it too much until more and more became weird and she had to face it. The fake brother. Agnes's interrogation. Wanda having to fix her mistake and erase her family. There are more than a few parts where Wanda has to stop to compose herself.
(ooc: aka this is the part where you may assume she spilled as much detail as you want Natasha to know, all the way between broad strokes of everything or right down to the microscopic details of it all ✨)]
— But, I have this now. [ She pulls out the badly hidden Darkhold. ] So, mythically powered witch on a multiverse mission to find her kids.
[Natasha listens intently, leaning closer, her focus entirely on Wanda. She does her best to project a supportive presence, nonjudgmental, dropping only a question here or there to clarify a point or expand a detail.
By and large she thinks Wanda does a good enough job telling her own story. In the end, she says:] You're right. That is a lot.
[Too much for one person to have to shoulder alone. Not that that ever means that they don't. Both of them have been through too much, lost too much not to know that shoulds rarely amount to a lot in practice?
I mean. This book is some Lovecraftian Necronomicon bullshit, that I the magic user am still trying to figure out, so I don't know if you want to try to make heads or tails out of it. It's all yours if you want a crack at it, though; you might find some random language in here to decipher that I can't.
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[ And so, she will wait in her room, also while looking for a place to stash this Questionable Book she now has. ]
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[Natasha does take a detour before she shows up. Less for snacks and more for a bottle of apple brandy. Not her first choice, but she's not in a position to try to track down something more fitting.
The return text is mostly to keep Wanda talking until Natasha can get there.]
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[Whose rules? She doesn't know. But they're definitely Rules.
When Natasha does show up, Wanda has finally settled on just...leaving the book tucked under some blankets. It's a problem for future Wanda, but for now it'll just have to be looking like a bad attempt at hiding Playboy magazines someone stole from their parents' stash.
She offers a small but tired smile.]
Hey.
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[She holds up the bottle of liquor.]
I brought that snack you mentioned.
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[The luxuries of visiting Mammon.
Natasha fills the cups without comment, though that is a new trick.]
So you were saying before, about how you broke something.
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[ She pauses to take a big chug of that drink, and also to give Natasha a chance to absorb the start. ]
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She sips the brandy herself, licking her lips.]
The Blip. I've heard about that.
[Which is the only reason she manages not to roll her eyes.]
That doesn't sound like the end of the story, though.
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[ So, she goes on about how the Hex started, how things seemed of but were nice, her sudden children, so Wanda let it go on without questioning it too much until more and more became weird and she had to face it. The fake brother. Agnes's interrogation. Wanda having to fix her mistake and erase her family. There are more than a few parts where Wanda has to stop to compose herself.
(ooc: aka this is the part where you may assume she spilled as much detail as you want Natasha to know, all the way between broad strokes of everything or right down to the microscopic details of it all ✨) ]
— But, I have this now. [ She pulls out the badly hidden Darkhold. ] So, mythically powered witch on a multiverse mission to find her kids.
That was. A lot.
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By and large she thinks Wanda does a good enough job telling her own story. In the end, she says:] You're right. That is a lot.
[Too much for one person to have to shoulder alone. Not that that ever means that they don't. Both of them have been through too much, lost too much not to know that shoulds rarely amount to a lot in practice?
That doesn't mean she has to like it.]
How do I help.
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